Malcolm was sitting at the Gathering grounds, were he had been led to blindfolded, waiting for the rangers to gather around. Malcolm knew the problem that all rangers had was getting serious and needed immediate psychological help. They were constantly talking to their horses.

This had not been a recently developed problem, it had been growing since many, many years ago. But now it was getting bad. Rangers thought that their horses were trying to communicate with them, and they would talk back and think that the horses understood.

Once they were all around him, Malcolm began to speak.

"Now Rangers," he said. "You all know what the matter is that we need to discuss. This is nonsense. Will one of you please tell me why you think your horses communicate with you?"

Will raised his hand and spoke. "Well, they are really smart. And, they do understand us. Watch this." Will walked over to Tug and gave him an apple. Tug snorted. "Look. That's a sign of appreciation. Wouldn't you all agree?"

Everybody grunted their agreement except Malcolm. "That could also be a sign of displeasure. Horses are so unreadable," he said.

"Well. . . It's not. You just have to know Tug as well as I do," said Will. "Example B." He turned again to Tug. "Tug, how would you like me to grant you permission to frolic freely?"

Tug nodded.

Malcolm watched Tug do this action. Yes, that would be nice, Malcolm heard in his ear. He massaged his temples.

"Is there any other doctors in this area?"

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